[Useless]

Well, I feel like a fucking schmuck this morning. I planned on going to my neighbor/friend/sometimes-boss' mother's funeral this morning, but I just found out that it was yesterday morning. I could've sworn they said it was going to be today.

Anyway, I'm just sitting here trying to harness my monkey mind so I can concentrate on a single project at a time. Honestly, none of my projects are all that grand, but I'm horrible at balancing them.

Good news! My wife finally took a pair of nail clippers out of hiding and I was able to do some clipping before I started looking like I was going for a Guiness record. The soft underbelly of my testes breathed a sigh of relief.